The clash between #3 and #280 instantly erupted. The young woman, #280, wasted no time, drawing her steel bow and unleashing a relentless barrage of arrows towards #3. The arrows seemed to materialize out of thin air every time she pulled the string back on her bow. Each arrow gleaming with the metallic sheen of her metal elemental mana as they condensed into their arrow shapes before being quickly launched toward her opponent like a machine gun.
#3, wielding his fiery whip, moved with swift reflexes, doing his best deflecting and parrying against the onslaught of arrows. Each crack of the whip sent sparks flying as the metallic mana clashed against flames. This created a dazzling display of fireworks going off in the middle of the arena.
"Is that all you got? Just overwhelm me with arrows? Do you think your steel can withstand my flames? FLAMES MELT STEEL!" #3 taunted, his voice confident as he countered each arrow.
